Assalamalaekum,
I am sorry...
JazakAllah Khair.
Allah Khair Karay - RAMEEZ
Remember, one day you will appear before Allah and answer for your deeds.
From: aapka Mukhlis <aapka10@yahoo.com>
To: "Yaadein_Meri@yahoogroups.com" <Yaadein_Meri@yahoogroups.com>
Sent: Friday, March 2, 2012 12:07 AM
Subject: Re: [Yaadein_Meri] A BOY NAMED RASHE(bro. rameez)
To: "Yaadein_Meri@yahoogroups.com" <Yaadein_Meri@yahoogroups.com>
Sent: Friday, March 2, 2012 12:07 AM
Subject: Re: [Yaadein_Meri] A BOY NAMED RASHE(bro. rameez)
Asslam-o-alaikum
rameez sahib aap baat ko kisi aor janib lay gay. baat ho rahi thi aik deen say ghafil shakhs ki, aor any tableegh karnay walon pr hamla kar dia. mujhay bhi un ki baaz baton say ikhtilaf hay. ye drust hay ke aik musalman pr pehli zima dari apni aolad ki tarbiyat hay. magar sora Asar kay mutabiq doosron ko bhi neki ki da'awat dena lazmi hay.
shaikh sahib aap nay musalin di hain. Hazoor SAW nay aor sahaba nay Makkah is liay chora ke kuffar nay islam kay sath un ka wahan rehna aor jeena mushkil kar dia tha. warna log kabhi Makkah na chortay. aor sahaba karam RA nay jihad kay liay apna madina jesa shehar chora tha. is ko kisi aor maqsad kay liay misal na banain.
From: mka mak <mka_mak@yahoo.com>
To: "Yaadein_Meri@yahoogroups.com" <Yaadein_Meri@yahoogroups.com>
Sent: Tuesday, February 28, 2012 4:24 PM
Subject: Re: [Yaadein_Meri] A BOY NAMED RASHE(bro. rameez)
Assalamu Alaiku wrwbBrother Saleem & Munna BhaiJazakAllah aap donoune bahi bahot ach areply kia Allah taala hum sabko deen ki samajh deaur apne paidayesh aur is dunia mein bheje jane ka maqsad samjhade (Aamein)From: SHAIKH MOHD <mdsalim7@yahoo.com>
To: yaadein_meri@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Tuesday, February 28, 2012 12:37 PM
Subject: Re: [Yaadein_Meri] A BOY NAMED RASHE(bro. rameez)
Bro. rameez asslamwalyqum
Bro. Aap ki ilmeleyaqat kya hai aap alim hain mufti hain fakih hain shaikh al hadish hain aap ki deeni ilmi liyaqat kya hai agar in main say aap kai pass ko bhi ilmileyaqt nahi to khuda say daro kyun ki bina kisi kam ki haqiqat jany bagir koi baat kahna ya faisla karna bewaqufi ki allamat hai saytan ka dhukha hai jo ki inssn ko gumraha karta hai or gumrah honai waly ko pata bhi nahi chalta ki woh kab sytan kay jall main aagaya agar jahan tak makam par allha ki khusnudi ka hasil karnay ki baat hai bilkul durust hain lakin aap janabai muhammad mustafa salalahu waly he wasalam nay aapna pyara sher maaka schuda or shaba karam nay makka or madina schoda aap salahuwalhi wasal kay phichay namaj padnay ki shadat chodi(aap ko sayad aap hujuray pak sallahu waly hi wasal ka hajj wida ka aakhari kudba kay bary main nahi maloom or maloom hai too iska many or mafhoom kisi mufti ,fakih say jarroo puchoa ga ) sahba ekram radiallahutala anhuma ajmaeen nay bhi easay he
kiya hota to kay aaj jo din hum tak phucha hai or sary alam main phucha hai kai say pahuchta hum or aap musalman kaisay hotay. Or baki to yeh group ko deen kay baya main bahs karnay ki jagah nah hai .
Aap kafi samchdar or pady likhai malum hotain hain allah hafiz deen or dua ka talem asslam walyqum warahmatula
m.salim
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On Tue, Feb 28, 2012 3:04 AM IST Rameez Bakbak wrote:
>Assalamalekum,
>The moral of the story is!!!
>Apni family ko chod kar mahinon jamat may mat niklo...
>Allah ki khusnudi ghar pe rahkar bhi hasil ki jasakti hai aur ghar ke khareeb ki masjid may bhi ibadat kar ke Allah ki raza hasil ki jasakti hai... aur apna ghar, apna khandan, apni basti ko hi raah-e-rast dikhaen badi baat hai...
>
>Allah aur Allah ke Rasool salellahualaehiwasallam par hamari janen qhurbaan... par hamen apni aqhirat sanwarney ke liye kisi Salam ki qhurbani nahi deni cahiye.
>
>Khuda Khair Karay - RAMEEZ
>Remember, one day you will appear before Allah and answer for your deeds.
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>On Sun, Feb 26, 2012 at 10:27 PM, syeda fareeda <syeda.fareeda@gmail.com> wrote:
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>>This is a little long .. it will take your 8-10-15 mins of time, depending on how fast a reader you are. But Inshah'Allaah once you start reading, you wont be able to stop yourself from continuing. this story, in some way or the other, relates to each one of us and teaches us a lot .. Alhumdulillaah. My eyes were wet while I was reading it and Allaahu Akbar I am more in love with my Allaah subhanahu wa ta'ala and pray for the same for all of you.
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>>May Allaah subhanahu wa ta'ala have mercy on us and drag us to the path of righteousness, even if the dragging means pulling us by our hair strands .. as it will benefit non other but ourselves..!!
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>>Oh Allaah be merciful, soften our heart and fill it with emaan and leave us not on stray path .. aameen Allaahummaa aameen.
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>> Sameera Desai
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>>A Man Named Rashed [This is a true story about a man named Rashed. He tells his story as follows…]
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>>I was not more than thirty years old when my wife gave birth to my first child. I still remember that night.
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>>I had stayed out all night long with my friends, as was my habit. It was a night filled with useless talk, and worse, with backbiting, gossiping, and making fun of people. I was mostly the one who made people laugh; I would mock others and my friends would laugh and laugh. I remember on that night that I'd made them laugh a lot. I had an amazing ability to imitate others – I could change the sound of my voice until I sounded exactly like the person I was mocking. No one was safe from my biting mockery, even my friends; some people started avoiding me just to be safe from my tongue. I remember on that night, I had made fun of a blind man who I'd seen begging in the market. What was worse, I had put my foot out in front him – he tripped and fell, and started turning his head around, not knowing what to say.
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>>I went back to my house, late as usual, and I found my wife waiting for me. She was in a terrible state, and said in a quivering voice, "Rashed… where were you?"
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>>"Where would I be, on Mars?" I said sarcastically, "With my friends of course."
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>>She was visibly exhausted, and holding back tears, she said, "Rashed, I'm so tired. It seems the baby is going to come soon." A silent tear fell on her cheek.
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>>I felt that I had neglected my wife. I should have taken care of her and not stayed out so much all those nights… especially since she was in her ninth month. I quickly took her to the hospital; she went into the delivery room, and suffered through long hours of pain.
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>>I waited patiently for her to give birth… but her delivery was difficult, and I waited a long time until I got tired. So I went home and left my phone number with the hospital so they could call with the good news. An hour later, they called me to congratulate me on the birth of Salem. I went to the hospital immediately. As soon as they saw me, they asked me to go see the doctor who had overlooked my wife's delivery.
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>>"What doctor?" I cried out, "I just want to see my son Salem!"
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>>"First go see the doctor," they said.
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>>I went to the doctor, and she started talking to me about trials, and about being satisfied with Allah's decree. Then she said, "Your son has a serious deformity in his eyes, and it seems that he has no vision." I lowered my head while I fought back tears… I remembered that blind man begging in the market who I'd tripped and made others laugh at.
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>>Subhan Allah, you get what you give! I stayed brooding quietly for a while… I didn't know what to say. Then I remembered by wife and son. I thanked the doctor for her kindness, and went to go see my wife. My wife wasn't sad. She believed in the decree of Allah… she was content… How often had she advised me to stop mocking people! "Don't backbite people," she always used to repeat… We left the hospital, and Salem came with us.
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>>In reality, I didn't pay much attention to him. I pretended that he wasn't in the house with us. When he started crying loudly, I'd escape to the living room to sleep there. My wife took good care of him, and loved him a lot. As for myself, I didn't hate him, but I couldn't love him either.
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>>Salem grew. He started to crawl, and had a strange way of crawling. When he was almost one year old, he started trying to walk, and we discovered that he was crippled. I felt like he was an even greater burden on me. After him, my wife gave birth to Umar and Khaled. The years passed, and Salem grew, and his brothers grew. I never liked to sit at home, I was always out with my friends… in reality, I was like a plaything at their disposal entertaining them whenever they wanted.
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>>My wife never gave up on my reform. She always made du'aa for my guidance. She never got angry with my reckless behavior, but she would get really sad if she saw me neglecting Salem and paying attention to the rest of his brothers. Salem grew, and my worries grew with him. I didn't mind when my wife asked to enroll him in a special school for the handicapped.
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>>I didn't really feel the passing of the years. My days were all the same. Work and sleep and food and staying out with friends. One Friday, I woke up at 11 am. This was early for me. I was invited to a gathering, so I got dressed and perfumed, and was about to go out. I passed by our living room, and was startled by the sight of Salem – he was sobbing! This was the first time I had noticed Salem crying since he was a baby. Ten years had passed, and I hadn't paid attention to him. I tried to ignore him now, but I couldn't take it… I heard him calling out to his mother while I was in the room. I turned towards him, and went closer. "Salem! Why are you crying?" I asked.
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>>When he heard my voice, he stopped crying. Then when he realized how close I was, he started feeling around him with his small hands. What was wrong with him? I discovered that he was trying to move away from me! It was as if he was saying, "Now, you've decided to notice me? Where have you been for the last ten years?" I followed him… he had gone into his room. At first, he refused to tell me why he'd been crying. I tried to be gentle with him… Salem started to tell me why he'd been crying, while I listened and trembled.
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>>Do you know what the reason was?! His brother Umar, the one who used to take him to the masjid, was late. And because it was Jumu'ah prayer, Salem was afraid he wouldn't find a place in the first row. He called out to Umar… and he called out to his mother… but nobody answered, so he cried. I sat there looking at the tears flowing from his blind eyes. I couldn't bear the rest of his words. I put my hand over his mouth and said, "Is this why you were crying, Salem!"
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>>"Yes," he said.
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>>I forgot about my friends, I forgot about the gathering, and I said, "Don't be sad, Salem. Do you know who's going to take you to the masjid today?"
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>>"Umar, of course," he said, "… but he's always late."
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>>"No," I said, "I'm going to take you."
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>>Salem was shocked… he couldn't believe it. He thought I was mocking him. His tears came and he started crying. I wiped his tears with my hand and then took hold of his hand. I wanted to take him to the masjid by car. He refused and said, "The masjid is near… I want to walk there." Yes, by Allah, he said this to me.
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>>I couldn't reme
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